Dad Song

You smell like a cold jacket
That I used to wear when I was young
You reek of alcohol
And the woman you last had on your tongue
You have no humility
Or self respect that I know of
When’s the last time you’ve seen your kids
That you tried so hard to hide us from?
You fucked me up dad
And now I’m numb
I’m worried if I am who you’ve become
You gotta lot of balls to walk around like I am still your son
You better go and tell your Facebook friends
You haven’t called my phone in months
You spill venom like explosions
From an enraged volcano with no control
You ask other people if they know
How I’m doing, well I guess you know
And although you weren’t really
Here to begin with I
Catch myself staring at your soul
I don’t like looking in a mirror
Because you live in my reflection
And it’s getting old
You fucked me up dad
And now I’m numb
I’m worried if I am who you’ve become
You gotta lot of balls to walk around like I am still your son
You better go and tell your Facebook friends
You haven’t called my phone in months